Slam for Suicide Awarness and Prevention
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What am I supposed to do
What am I supposed to say
When all I can hear is the echos that reside inside my brain
All I want is the silence
All I want is the rain
They jump as if to take flight
To be free from all that carries them down
With the wings made from the wishes and dreams they held within
They falter, their hope gives away
They plummet towards the black abyss below
Behind locked doors my mind races,
Hidden behind a mask everyday,
Everyone sees what they want to see,
Nobody sees me breaking inside...
With razors in my hand I think of you,
